new shoes(for these were Lauren,biatch)i wantthe best(your apathy is unsurpassed,you bag)and it's you are whatever listless has always meantand whoever a mess will always make is you

here is the open secret everyone knows(here is the grind of the jaw and the chud of the cudand the pie in the eye from a lazy wife;who chucksrather than find a bin or wrap it up)and this is the lover who's keeping me stuck on her